poor me

Shania Twain

Found it in his closet
Right behind the lies
I wish I never saw it
The secret in his eyes

Poor me

He never told me how long
I'd been living in the dark
No one turned the light on
I fell and broke my heart

Poor me
Poor me

Poor me this, poor me that
Why do I keep looking back?
Poor me this, poor me that
It's not white, it?s not black
Grey's the colour that I see
Still can't believe he'd leave me
To love her

Pour me another

Tried to face it
But so far down inside
I just can't shake it
My stupid pride

Poor me, poor me

Poor me this, poor me that
Why do I keep looking back?
Poor me this, poor me that
It's not white, it?s not black
Grey's the colour that I see
Still can't believe he'd leave me
To love her

Pour me another

I know it should get better
Oh, but it never does
I wish he'd never met her
Then everything would be the way it was

Poor me this
Poor me that
Poor me this
Poor me that

Oh, poor me this, poor me that
Why do I keep looking back?
Poor me this, poor me that
It's not white, it?s not black
Grey's the colour that I see
Still can't believe he'd leave me
To love her

Poor me
Pour me
Another